Jack did not slow down as he pulled Tina along, his grip firm around her hand while they ran through the narrow gap Ida had created.
Their feet struck the forest floor in uneven rhythms as branches scraped against their arms and clothes, leaving faint stings that neither of them paid attention to. The sounds behind them were growing louder and closer with every passing second.
Gunshots echoed from behind them, a little assurance that Ida was fine and that she might be right behind them. But the growling sound that became louder made their hearts pound in their ears.
The animalistic movements echoed through the trees as the monsters pursued them, their growls low and terrifying as they tore through the underbrush without restraint, making it clear that distance alone would not keep them safe for long.
